It's Saturday Morning

I'm sitting near the Christmas tree. All my kids are asleep in their beds here at my house. It's great feeling to know that they are safe and warm.

With all three of them expected to go their separate ways in a matter of days....my son back to Camp LeJeune, #1 to El Salvador and #2 to Nashville....I find myself feeling just a bit of melancholy.

How I wish that things had been different for them. I mean, I wish that the mother/father relationship had not disintegrated entirely. I wish that our family had remained intact.

Sort of.

I mean, I'm gay...and I'm not sorry about that.

It's just that old feeling of failure......and being "damaged goods" that's rearing it's ugly head this morning.

I think I need some coffee.